The leader of the gun runners was sitting nearby with an arsenal of weapons at his disposal while the buyer was sitting opposite carrying and fully loaded. It was a powder keg with each faction blaming the other for their current plight as dozens of cops surrounded the stand-alone restaurant.

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The leader of the gun runners was sitting nearby with an arsenal of weapons at his disposal while the buyer was sitting opposite carrying and fully loaded. It was a powder keg with each faction blaming the other for their current plight as dozens of cops surrounded the stand-alone restaurant.

The café owner, Malia lay unconscious on the floor, blood running from the corner of his mouth and a gash on his head received while attempting to protect his patrons. Marie and Jake were among the hostages including a family of three regular currently tied up and lying face down in the back room of a café in which a clandestine meeting between gun runners and buyers was underway.

Jake and Marie had dropped by the restaurant to pick up
their dinner before continuing to their own investigation, a double homicide,
and were caught up in an undercover sting they weren’t aware of. Luckily, their cover remained in-tact, neither
faction aware of their true identities as they’d immediately tossed their guns
and identification under a nearby shelf to claim the moment an opportunity
arose.

Marie and Jake exchanged glances. It was doubtful either side would capitulate and while hoping they could avoid a blood bath, maneuvered their bodies between members of the family in order to protect them. The terror in the eyes of the man-woman and teen spoke volumes but they had no way of ensuring them that they were cops and would try to protect them.

With each group blaming each other over their current
situation, tensions and paranoia were high with each faction pointing guns as
the other while screaming accusations. Finally,
as the frantic hysteria subsided, both sides settled on a plan to ensure their
escape. They agreed to divide up the
hostages and one group would exit through one set of doors, while the others
attempted to flee through the back doors.
It was an uneasy alliance, but the only hope for escape.

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